Thyris Taylor Poems
|1.||Ode To A Pagan Goddess||2/7/2012|
|2.||Sweet Jesus Christ||2/7/2012|
|5.||Storms Come And Go||4/15/2012|
|7.||Fade To Black||2/7/2012|
|8.||Of Fire And Love||2/11/2012|
|12.||My Cup Runneth Over||4/12/2012|
Comments about Thyris Taylor
I rush outside right after breakfast. There is not much time.
The morning air is cool and fragrant with the smell of
honeysuckle vines, Dogwood trees and flowering Magnolias.
Birds are chirping and singing in the early morning light.
Sparrows, Robins, Cardinals, and in the distance Bob Whites.
This great day that the Lord has made does not go unnoticed. Because
I am well schooled on the many ways that Mother Nature stirs the senses. The singing Bob whites, with their insistent little baiting, always entices one to whistle back although I hear their calls daily.